Master, of course!

Master ordered the best blowjob ever. The best blowjob ever does not stop after thirty seconds. That's all there is to it.

"Heeey!" Oh, god, she sounds so whiny. "I told you to stop, ****! Get off of him!" She comes closer and starts pushing you to the side. She would probably have succeeded if Sam hadn't stopped her. "Give her a moment, Mandy. You made her do all those things, so she deserves a little reward now, don't you think?" You keep sucking and licking and caressing and fondling, as if not a word had been spoken. The little quiver in Sam's voice when you gently - very gently, of course - squeezed his balls after his talk of a 'reward' only spurs you on further. After a moment's hesitation, Mandy gets all five of her brain cells lined up the same way. "Fine! But you better make sure I get a good long dicking after your slut is happy!" "Oh, believe me, " Sam says between groans, "I'll - fuuuuck! - I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to think straight!"

Must. Not. Giggle.

Fuck, you're giggling. You cover up the sound with some well-timed slurps. Mandy doesn't seem to notice, and just lies back down with a huff. Over the next few minutes, Mandy repeatedly interrupts, and each time Sam assures her he's got plenty of stamina left for her. You know that's a lie, though. You see the sweat glistening on his abs, taste the precum in your mouth, feel the little twitches in his cock. Fair is fair, you have given your share of blowjobs. Enough to know when one is about to end. All too aware of the GAME, you start getting a little bit worried. If Sam can't control himself now...

"Alright, Cindy. It's time." Oh, fuck yes! You instantly disengage from Sam's shaft, throbbing, glistening wet and even thicker than before. "Watch carefully, you might learn something." You and he approach Mandy together, shuffling toward her on your knees. All three of you are smiling mischievously, and Mandy spreads open her labia in a completely superfluous gesture of welcome. Sam grabs her ankles and hoists them up, taking up his position. You lie flat on the bed, as close as possible as you can manage to where Sam is lining up his shaft. This close, you can hear the slurping sounds of cock sinking into pussy even over Mandy's cooing.

One thrust. Two. Three. Then he pulls back out, leaving his cock parked right at the entrance of Mandy's pussy. You must have done an even better job than you thought, because those few movements were enough. A contraction in his groin, a pulse up his cock. One jet of cum. Two. Three. You don't feel anything, don't hear anything, don't see anything but rope after rope of cum spilling into Mandy. Of course, not even the rush over adrenaline pumping through your veins can stretch this moment forever. The rest of the world reasserts itself as the last bit of cum dribbles onto your mattress. You'll forgive him this time, considering the circumstances.

You scramble up the bed, eager to the point of giddiness to see Mandy's face. It's better than you thought.